I’m dreaming… of a white new year.
Time in the Word.
Looking back at the year that has been.
Of goodbyes, and of all the warm hellos.
Healings. Pains. And healings again.
Cup filled all the way to the top.
Half filled. Empty. Refill. Overflowing, almost never ending…
To Thee. Only am I grateful.
For the year that was. My heart beats stronger.
And I’m ready. To begin again.
My fears behind me. Joy before me.
Never will run dry.